My love of music came first. Closing the bedroom door to my adolescent man-cave, I would grasp the corners of my LP album covers, admiring the art. Then I opened it to find the lyrics inside. Discovery in words. While the music has always come first in my world, I created this blog to honor the verse and the poetry. My music in the background.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Slow Black Death

How many more reasons do we need?
To wean ourselves from the acrid black tit of fossil fuel
The news of every dawn be full of dread
This festering shadow continue to spread
A mile of ocean down we drill
To feed our gluttonous appetite
Be it driving a tank for a quart of milk
Or filling the corporate pig trough

Can anyone grasp the depths of this sin?
Our leaders developed this energy "policy"
Behind closed doors and in harmony with the oil barrons
They send our sons and daughters to die in foreign lands
So these pigs can continue to profit from black heroin
They rape our planet so our children can live in a world

Without beaches and birds, never having reasonTo cast a net into the sea

How many more miners must die in the name of "clean" coal?How many mountain tops leveled before we learn the value of a vista?And yet they pacify the lobbyists and spurn the peopleHow many of us would choose a better way if given a choice?

As a mom to two young children, and a great lover of Mother Earth, your poem makes me tear up a bit. What is being done to this planet, and being left for future generations is absolutely unacceptable. Your words were well chosen and dug in with me.

Absolutely. I've read that better options are often rejected because they won't turn sufficient profit to please the fat cats. I hope there is a special hell for people who so casually trash the planet and make it so difficult for those of us who would do better.

I love your music. I play mostly classical piano, but I have a VERY BROAD musical base. Your music is awesome. Reminds me of The Doors/Floyd combined. Better than I imagined - my speakers are blaring! Keep it up.Lana C. at http://www.findinglana.blogspot.com